The Diary of a Fallen Girl

muse

You are my muse,
The ugly truth of love.
It's in your light skin and dark eyes,
It's on your tongue and lips.

You are my muse,
The scratches and screams.
You are the nails in my back,
And the twisting of tongue.

You are my muse,
My welcome destruction.
You're in the bridge of my voice,
And the trembling of my hands.

You are my muse,
The falsetto and fall.
It's the poison in my mind,
You're everything I left behind.

You are my muse,
My complete universe and world.
You are the sound of my name,
And the blood in my veins.

You are my muse,
Anything I ever needed.
You are my beginning and end,
And you are everything in between.

You are late night talks,
And warm arms in the cold.
You are the reason I breathe,
And you are the reason I suffer.

You are my muse,
Breaking everything I say,
And poisoning everything I write.

You are bad news,
The calm before the chaos,
And the burning of lungs.

You are my muse,
For every atom belonging to me as good,
Belongs to you as better.